Thoughts

by Amanda Kline
(Nelson, BC, Canada)

I lie in bed every night, thinking of ways to tell myself things are alright.
I tell myself time to sleep, and yet I still can't get rid of this pain, it's just too deep.
You saw me for who I used to be, now its just a fake smile, a burned pile, it's been a while. Trying to remember the way things used to be, and yet, I still can't remember the old me.